the other one [h.s.]

Chapter 2: Nightmares and Changes

Harry's POV:

"Again, daddy, again,"

My father pushed me from the back of the swing I was sitting on. The higher and higher it went, the more scared I got. But I trusted my father, he wouldn't let me fall. He would never.

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"Save me, Harry,"
The voice surrounded me, I could feel it consuming me from inside. I couldn't run away from it. It was within me. There was no running away.

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"Be a good boy, Harry,"
I couldn't see the source of the voice but it was there, far and blurry, repeating the same sentence over and over.
"Be a good boy, be a good boy..."

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I shot open my eyes. It had happened again. The same nightmares, the same pattern. I never understood why it happened.

"You're up, mate?"

My brother called out from the bathroom. He was already up. He must've heard me talking in my sleep.

"Did I oversleep again?" I asked.

"Naaah I was about to wake you up anyways."

Okay so he didn't notice. I was glad.

"Wake up boys! First day of school!" Mom called from downstairs. She was making breakfast. She always wakes up early. She says mornings are the best time of the day.

My brother, Darren, and I were twins. We were 17. Darren was the fortunate twin. He had it all: girls, brains, fame, sports, everything. Me, on the other hand, I was the unwanted one. I was different, not a lot of people understood me, and if someone did, it was temporary.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. It always surprised me how two people who looked exactly the same could be so different. And how could people like them differently?

I changed into school clothes and ran my fingers in my hair twice. It was a wild curly bunch. I went downstairs. As I went into the kitchen, I could hear my mom talking to my brother.

"Why didn't you wear the twin shirts I ironed for you?" Mom inquired.

"Because mom we're 17. We don't dress up similarly anymore plus I don't want to look like that worm. I have a reputation," he answered.

I appeared in the kitchen. I could see mom was about to say something but she shut up. For my cause.

"Good morning, Harry!" She beamed at me.

"Morning." I replied flat.

I could see that she noticed I heard what they were talking about. But it didn't bother me anymore. I was past that long ago.

I was finishing my pancakes when the school bus came along. I took a deep breathe and stepped on the bus as I watched my brother, who had once again refused to give me a drive, hop onto his Porsche and drove off. Another day of pure torture had began.

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My homeroom was 609. Mr. Metcalf's class. The man was made to insult students. He taught calculus.

I got in class late because my brother and his 'friends' had decided to give me a warm welcome. A poke in the shoulder. A punch in the stomach. Warm.

I took my seat behind a girl. She seemed new. I hadn't seen her before. She was pretty. Almost hot. She had long black hair and if I'm right, I could see blue highlights as well. She looked mysterious. The kind that always attracts me. But as long as my brother existed, girls would be a foreign territory.

Mr. Metcalf was on his best behaivour today which actually surprised me. He was actually acting nice.

The girl infront of me was laughing at his jokes so I decided to rain on her parade. Besides, it would be nice to have some new friends who weren't already influenced by my twin brother's charm.

"Well, he's acting okay today," I whispered a bit close to her ear.

She turned around and I could feel something rising inside of my stomach. She was beautiful. The kind of beautiful you can only read in books. She was wearing zero make-up and I liked that. Most girls in our school were walking make-up shops.

"So he's not always so nice?," She asked. I could see she wasn't offended. Good.

"Nice? He's actually hell. You'll see," I tried to pull off an evil face like Mr. Metcalf's.

"Thanks for the motivation," She laughed. It was a pretty laugh.

"No problem. I'm Harry and you?" I asked.

"Marceline."

Now that was a cool name.

"That's a cool name."

She smiled at me once more and turned around in her seat. What had just happened. I talked to a pretty girl so smoothly. Things might look good in year 4 after all.

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I spent the other 4 lessons alone. I didn't quite know her but while I was walking in the cafeteria, I saw her and she was waving. At my brother. I could feel the adrenaline rising up. I swear my brother's life goal was to make me miserable. But as I was standing there, I could see my brother and his friends laughing. At her. I had to save her.

"I see you met my brother already," I said behind her.

She turned around and I could see the surprise and hurt on her face. That asshole.

"You guys are twins!?!" She exclaimed. A bit too loud.

"Yeah, have been for 17 years." I said calmly.

She was still in utter shock so I decided to drag her across the cafeteria to the only empty table.

And as I was walking through the cafeteria, all I could think was 'I had a friend.'

And she was hot.

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A/N:
thats it for today. hope you guys like it.
cover credits to @pinkfloydharold on twitter.
please comment. I want suggestions. xx